Azaira ref sheet

Lookie lookie! My new woofie!
Well... wolf/dog :3
Anyway, my new Balto source character, Azaira. I've been wanting to design one like her for a while. Finally got around to doing it.
Squeeee! I love her <333 I just love her!

So.... anyway heres some biography on her. (Actually quite a bit of it.)

General information:
Name: Azaira
Nickname: Azzai
Gender: Female
Voice actor: Ashley Eckstein
Species: Wolf x Husky (Mixture: Alasken Gray Wolf x Siberian Husky)
Relationship information:
Parents: Bandit (AWJ) And Aniu
Siblings: Balto, Carter, Recon, Ives, Chance
Relation to Balto: Aniu’s daughter, Balto’s sister.
Mate: N/A
Love interest: N/A
Other family: Her grandfather, Kenai is extremely attached to the young Azaira. Being the grandfather on her mother’s side, he’s one of the few wolves that understand her. He’s supportive of her in every way, and is usually the wolf that knocks some sense into her when she’s misbehaving. As the elder of the pack, Kenai is the alpha. So her taught Azaira how to hunt, fight, and most everything a wolf needs to know about life. Even though Azaira loves her mother and father, she never felt as close to them as she did to Kenai. Especially since her father still lives with chuck Finley in his cabin, and visits Aniu often, but doesn’t live with the pack. So raising her was up to Kenai, and Aniu.
“Business partner:” A Sticky handed marten named Rasta. (Thank you, Ever The Dreamer for the name!)
Wearings information:
About her “collar”:
Her collar isn’t exactly a collar; actually, it’s in no way a collar. Its only purpose is to hold a map that Azaira uses to navigate to Nome (Because Azzai’s tracking skills are surprisingly horrible) with the help of her map-reading “business partner” Rasta. The “collar” which is actually a young child’s belt which was was stolen by Rasta (who is also a thief so to speak) from a boy when he and his family were asleep in the woods. She was forced to hand it over to Azaira when she threatened to eat Rasta. She was about to eat Rasta anyway, but then Azaira discovered that somehow, Rasta could read. Rasta was forced to tag along as the map reader on Azaira’s perilous journey to find Balto after thinking he was dead for so many years. The belt also has a small knife in a pocket that Rasta once uses for protection when Azaira isn’t around. After Azaira actually reaches Nome, the belt is returned to its owner, and Azaira gets a proper collar.
Bio:
Personality: Azaira is tough, street smart, and has the courage of ten men. She’s rather foolishly intimidated by nothing, and she constantly takes risks. She loves adventures, therefore hates her simple life of routines with Aniu’s pack. The only actual joy she finds in the pack is hunting. She loves to run, and is extremely athletic. She usually is caught getting into mischief, and yet she has somewhat of a wise street smart nature to her. Azaira has very few friends in her pack, instead she often prefers the company of other animals that share her fun-loving personality. She takes great pride in taking absolutely no responsibility for anything beyond hunting. Azaira also loves to get into fights with other members of the pack her age. But despite all her irresponsibility, she can fight fairly well.
History:
Puppyhood: Azaira was born into a little of six pups in the spring of 1924.Her and her siblings were an interesting bunch, having both Wolf and Dog blood in them, their Father being a husky and mother being a wolf. Although the pups were really never welcome, Aniu’s pack reluctantly helped to raise the youngsters. Azaira was always the most rambunctious. She was always being told, sit down, leave the hunting to the older wolves, which only made her want to get in more trouble. The first time Azaira was ever outside the boarders of the pack’s territory, Azzai was only five months old. She was able to sneak past the older wolves while they slept and scurry through the trees to a nearby waterfall. She played long into the night, and fell asleep on the top peak of the cliff on top of the waterfall. In the morning she sneaked right pack through the pack’s boarders. The foolish pup went back every night for two weeks. Then, she finally decided to share the secret of her spot with her brother, Balto. She and Balto went and played there every night for another week. One hot, muggy day, Azaira came to Balto with the idea of going to the waterfall and playing in the water of the creek bed to cool off. Balto refused. It was midday, which meant there were patrols searching food. Balto didn’t want to risk getting caught. But despite Balto’s hesitations, he and Azaira went down to the waterfall. However, prying eyes were on them. He alpha, Kenai had heard their conversation. He discreetly followed them and planned on teaching them a lesson. When Azaira got there, she burst into a sprint and bounced into the water. Balto was still hesitant. But like always, Azaira convinced him, and he joined her in the water. Just then, there was a crackle in the bushes on the edge of the thicket leading back to their territory. Azaira was terrified. Someone must have seen them leave. She ducked down in the water. She didn’t hear it anymore. Suddenly a huge roar came bursting out of the bushes behind them. It was a lynx. It growled at them, circling them like a vulture. “Balto! Run,” Azaira whispered. But Balto did not move a muscle. “RUN,” she bellowed once again. This time, it irritated the lynx, and it rushed toward them. Just then, a ferocious howl came booming out of the thicket, a large wolf jumped over them and tackled the lynx to the floor of the creek bed. “Balto come on,”Azzai cried as she rushed Balto into the thicket. Azaira peaked through the bushes. “I think he killed it,” she questioned. She silently stepped out of the thicket to meet Kenai. But, the lynx wasn’t dead. It Sprigged out of the water like a dash of lightning and tackled Kenai to the ground biting his shoulder as a screech of pain exploded from Kenai. Azaira rushed over to his aid but the lynx quickly tackled her to the ground by a simply wisp of its paw. Kenai finally took the upper hand and threw the lynx from his back cornering it at the edge of the cliff. The lynx was about to make its last play. It darted over its captor and made for the thicket. Azaira gasped. Not a second later, the lynx leaped out of the thicket holding Balto in its mouth. It tried to escape with its dinner, but once again Kenai cornered it at the cliff. “Now listen to me you vile filth, give me the pup peacefully and I spare your life. Don’t, I take it,” Kenai growled. The lynx gazed behind himself, Kenai could tell what he was about to do, the lynx was about to jump. In one last desperate attempt to save Balto’s life Kenai leaped toward the lynx, but it was hopeless, the force upon the small cliff was too great. It broke, and Kenai, Balto and the lynx plummeted off with cliff down into the mouth of the waterfall along with the debris. Azaira was shocked she sprinted through the woods trying to find where the waterfall let out. She finally came to a clearing, to her surprise there laid Kenai at the edge of the water. She galloped over to him in joy. “Kenai! Kenai! You’re alive! I’m so happy!” she paused,” but where’s Balto?”, said Azaira as her joy turned into a scary reality. “I’m sorry, young one. He didn’t make it,” he said in sorrow. Azairas expression quickly turned into sniffles as a single tear ran down her cheek. “No…No,” she cried as she ran into the thicket and back toward the pack’s land. When Kenai found Azaira it was evening. She was sitting in a small secluded spot on the back of the den rock. It was a cold bitter evening. The sunset was beautiful, but Azzai didn’t take notice. She just sat there, and mourned the loss of her brother, and her best friend. “Why do you weep so, child,” Kenai said softly. “H-he’s dead, am I wrong? He’s gone,” She whimpered. “Yes, child. I’m sorry,” Kenai reluctantly replied. Even though he was the wisest wolf of all the pack, he didn’t know how to respond to such tragedy. “Come young one. We will honor your brother.” She and Kenai proceeded back to the cliff Balto fell. “Now child, we shall celebrate your brother’s life,” Kenai said sorrowfully. He then began into a long melancholy howl, and Azaira joined in. From all across the wilderness, even from rival packs came the same howl, mourning the loss of a young child.
Teenage life: The death of Balto hit Azaira hard, and even as months past and she grew, she never really recovered. However as she lived her life, little did she know that out there, somewhere lived a wolfdog, named Balto.
TO BE CONTINUED.
(I’ll cover more later)
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Anything unexplained, will be covered later as I complete the biography. Please do not comment without reading the whole biography.
I also would love to see any fanart of her.


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Balto/Aniu (C) Universal